Poems

Playground Fight

It was me and him,

I charged,

He ducked,

I ran into a brick wall,

I bounced back,

And hit him on the head,

He fell to the floor,

I squashed him,

I took him home,

And put him through the letter-box,

Because he was flat.

The next day he came back,

Flat as a pancake,

He wobbled,

He became himself again,

He charged,

I stuck out my fist,

he ran into it…

The headmaster came,

We got detention.